Hey, long time, no see!

I guess I should start by apologizing for not blogging more often, but honestly… I don’t think anyone wants to read that. Yes, it’s been a while. I know. Trust me, I know.

So what have I been up to? Well, I’ve tried to get my fat ass off the couch, which means dragging myself to the gym a few times a week instead of sitting at home writing. I’m not trying to get into bikini shape (I’d like to see that body in a bikini, said no one ever.), just getting a bit healthier… Weight loss would be a nice bonus though.

no-junk-food-challenge[1]Besides going to the gym, I’m also trying to watch my eating. I took on a No Junk Food challenge for 21 days, and on day 7 still going strong. I’m thinking, that if I do this for 21 days, then I could take a day or two (no more!) break before doing another 21 days. It’s easier to think about this whole thing in three week stints than thinking that this is what I have to do for the rest of my life (which would be quite accurate, if I want to lose this weight and keep it off). I wish it wasn’t so fucking black and white though, that I could find that middle ground… but for now I’m going with all or nothing.

And besides that, life swooshes by going through stuff while packing, driving kids to their hobbies, trying to write… For the ones following Sunsets – these last chapters have been very hard to write – the thought process behind just a few pararaphs takes a lot of time.

Hey! Speaking of Sunsets, it just reached 1000 reviews on FanFiction! Yay!0328-woman-cardboard-box-sm[2]

I suspect that the next months will be crazy busy, but maybe, just maybe everything will settle after that.

So, in case I’m not around, I’m probably stuck behind piles of boxes… No need to send a search party though, I’m sure my family will dig me out eventually.


Not enough hours

Whatever - I'm late anywaysMy problem seems to be that the day doesn’t have enough hours in it. 24 are just not enough if I’m supposed to have time to sleep also.

So the flu season has arrived and yours truly has been a bit under the weather for the last week. And since Murphy’s law never fails I’ve been at work still not quite recovered, doing two persons’ jobs. I fear going back on Monday to find out how many mistakes I’ve made and how many things I’ve left undone.

Apartmentwise everything is in limbo. Although I’m not even sure if that’s the right expression. With 99% certainty we will move during the spring. That’s a bit Yay! But thinking about the amount of work it takes to move… Meh. I’m just going with the thought that it ain’t over until the fat lady sings, or in this case it ain’t over until we’re married with the bank.

On the writing side of life, there’s been much development. I’m reading, learning, pushing myself to write outside of my comfort zone. Maybe one day it will pay off and I’ll end up with a published story. If not, I can always post it here in the blogosphere. Or maybe I’ll look into that selfpublishing thing… haven’t quite decided yet.

I’d definitely like to have more time to write, especially now when it seems to be flowing. The flow has been directed mostly for my original piece. Sunsets has moved a notch forward, but haven’t had enough time to write it.

Oh well, here’s a little Sunsets snippet for you anyway:

The afternoon meetings are back to back, and surprisingly I manage to keep my mind off Ana’s ass. Is it because I don’t want to listen to any more smart-ass remarks from Ros, or because the meetings have actually been important and interesting, I haven’t figured out. All I know is that it’s almost six o’clock when I look at my phone and realize that I haven’t heard anything from Ana since she left.

I decide to call her, since I still have a few loose ends to tie up at the office. After about 15 rings, and no answer, I close the phone. Huh.

Maybe she went to the shelter anyway, if she’s painting she will not be answering. But didn’t she say she won’t be going back tonight?

I press the speed dial for Taylor. “Hello, sir” he answers in his usual way.

“I tried calling Ana, but she’s not answering. Did she go back to the shelter?”

Holy office lemon Batman!

So. 8 days into the new year, no weightloss (haven’t even tried – to be honest), but lots of positive thoughts and excitement. So far so good.  

I’m having serious issues with my writing – and blogging! – since 99% of my braincapacity is reserved for all things involved with possibly moving. I’m all worked up and we haven’t even gone to talk with the bank yet. Trying desperately not to get my hopes up too high, but at the same time I want to think positively.

ImageBut that’s enough about that.

I was writing Sunsets last night and laughed like a mad puppeteer – well not really, but inside my head – thinking about all the twists one could put into an office lemon (that’s sex at the office in case you are wondering). I don’t know if I’ll put too much excitement into it in the end. But come on, just think about it!

It’s lunchtime at GEH, is the door shut? Is the office soundproof? Will the leather couch make noises? Will someone walk in? Is the couch so uncomfortable that he gets a cramp – or better yet is she so wet that they both slide off the couch. Or is Ana so nervous that she won’t even come?! That would be a first! Has she ever not orgasmed? Maybe she has, but Christian never lets down the lady in distress – he always makes her come like a train, doesn’t he?

Rambling a bit? You think I should stop writing in the middle of the night? I do agree, but if I don’t write during the nights – then when?! Just give me an umpteenth cup of Joe and I’ll be fine.

Now I’m off to make my A and C puppets boink like bunnies – or not 😉

Too much crap on my mind

How many times have I thought about blogging during the weekend? I don’t know.

Some ideas pass through my mind, but nothing seems to be important enough to put down in writing. Or the things that actually would be important enough to write – would be moodkillers and I’d prefer not to go down that very heavy road.

Home sweet homeSo we’re searching for a new place, mostly because it’d be nice to have something own. The always raising rent might have something to do with it also.

We went to see a few places today. The first one had me shaking my head, I mean people are trying to sell their place – you’d think they would clean before having an open house.

Seriously – the kids said it out loud: it smells bad here. Um. No. Thank you. Next please.

The second place we’ve been to a few weeks ago; but since they also had an open showing today, we decided to pop in again. If I thought it was quite good the first time, today it was amazing. Of course the memory (and smell) of the first apartment that was still fresh (not!) on our minds might have influenced our opinion.

It’s interesting to go see other people’s houses. Some apartments are really nice and you can’t help but think – wow, think to live like this. But then you remember that they’ve probably cleaned and fixed everything to be spick and span for the showing. Anyway, coming home makes me want to clean our place. So if not else, going to showings motivates to clean.

But the seed is planted. Now we’ve got to get the practical things in order, you know financing etc. Then there’s that minor detail of if the seller will accept our offer, if we will make one that is. Either way, I see a whole lot of cleaning in the near future – rummaging through all cabinets, drawers, closets throwing away clothes that a, don’t fit, b, I don’t like anymore. Huge bags of stuff will be going to charity, since this time I refuse to move crap (aka stuff that’s in ok condition – but we don’t use it) from apartment to another. I’m getting a head of myself aren’t I.

There was something else I intended to write but now I can’t remember what it was. Hmh.

Well, I might as well post a snippet of Sunsets ch 42 for you then – Remember that this might still get edited.

The meeting adjourns and everyone stands to leave. Well, everyone except Ros and I. She looks at me with a frown marring her face “What’s the matter Grey?” she asks.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been zoning out half the meeting, scrolling through your phone. And I swear to god, if you tell me that the monthly financial reports are the reason for that goofy smile on your face – I’ll call your shrink and tell him to fix your medication.” She says, leaning back in her chair.

“Damn. I thought I kept my poker face on.”

“Well you need to get a better poker face or you’ll lose the game Grey. What’s up with you anyway? It’s not like you to daydream.”

I sigh as I push my chair back and stand up – walking to the floor to ceiling window. I push my hands in my pockets and I look in the direction of the shelter. I know it can’t be seen from here but it doesn’t matter.

“I’m in love Ros.”